i'll bid you all adieu for a moment of glory. (The description serves as how she would describe herself leaving to fake her death vs how she actually did it. Go to my next project to see the day-by-day record of his stay in the woods.) I. How I'll Tell the Tale "Yes, I know, I know. A journey of impulsive grandeur that only fools would take. But no fool would come back from that journey, would they? Now, now. I'll start with my dramatic exit. "Oh, the tragedy of leaving my kits! I'd done a great job of raising them, as I could clearly see- each had their own respectable strengths. So, in order to honor my.. well, my.. skillful skills in parenting them, I left behind my necklace I'd made as a kit. But I knew my kits were smart as well, so I left behind a little hint as to where I'd actually be- a mossy stone from one of my further walks, and a small seashell behind it. I made some pawsteps across both items to try and symbolise the journey. I'm a great storyteller, you know. "Now, let's skip over some of the dull parts of how I made it and get to my disguise. I'd covered myself in sand to try and blend in with the rest of my surroundings so none of the many felines awake and aware at the time would discover me leaving. I know they'd all weep and beg me to stay, and I couldn't have that, could I? "I took my usual walking route as I was already familiar with it, but this time, I didn't stop at all. I went from beach, to stone, to undergrowth and foliage. The foliage felt welcoming, saluting my triumph, almost. It was there I'd stay a moon or a few more until one of my kits would obviously come looking for me, (or my body in their minds), motivated by their intense sadness and sympathy. "I built myself a small nest, out in the open because nobody would DARE harm me out there if there was anyone. I made it out of some simple sticks and leaves, and I'd already taken some fruit with me on the journey so I'd have plenty to eat. "All I had now was to stay, no responsibilities, awaiting their return. Not a hint of denial in my mind."
II. How the Tale Should Be Told The night was nothing but cold, nothing but dark, nothing but endless and vast. It was another night in RiverClan camp, and not a single soul was awake aside from Fidelityprowl. Nobody was watching his "great escape" nobody watched him leave behind his "prized possessions" and "important hints" to his kits. Nobody heard his murmurs of extreme self-pity, and neither was there any one to even question his leave. Even if there was, he took a walk every night, didn't he? In fact, if Fidelityprowl was planning to fake his death in order to be forgotten instead of remembered, then he would've done an exquisite and carefully planned job of doing so. Soon enough, those items he left would've been his kit's items that they'd had since who knows when, and Fidelityprowl would've been just another RiverClan warrior who was only memorable in the daytime. The "dull parts" that Fidelityprowl mentioned weren't exactly dull, just humiliating. He tripped over a multitude of things before leaving the den, got tangled in a few vines, and ended up covered in sand before claiming it to be "a way to blend in". The walk was not simple, as Fidelityprowl did not know the trail as well as he claimed to know it. He made many wrong turns, and even found himself back at RiverClan camp /twice/. The journey was long, pointless, any many of the details are unneeded. However, one clarification that would need to be emphasized is that it was not an easy journey, nor a journey to brag about. When Fidelityprowl arrived in a small clearing, he was exhausted and already felt it was time to rest, so he decided to hide there. Although the details were highly exaggerated, he did in fact bring himself fruits and make a pathetic den out in the open. In reality, all he /really/ had left was his own thoughts to make his life and his choices seem a little less miserable.
